Page 46 of Desperate Desires

Her take no shit attitude was just as attractive to me as her beauty.

So fucking hot.

I grabbed the door to the car before she could slam it on my face and slid inside, forcing her to scoot over.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“I said I’m with you, Baby. Now buckle up.”

Chapter 13-Shelly

I could have demanded the driver stop and forced Ono to get out of my Uber.

I probably should have.

But I didn’t, and I was old enough to take culpability for the decisions I made.

Even though I was pissed at him, the fact was my body was just as interested as it was the other night.

Ono looked at his phone twice but remained silent for the twenty-nine minute drive. It was after one in the morning and there was little traffic going through the tunnel.

“Here you are,” the Uber driver said as he rolled to a stop outside my apartment.

“Thanks,” I murmured, exiting quickly.

I wasn’t really sure what to do, to be honest. I’d had so little good sex in my life it would be foolish to turn it away, assuming that was why Ono had accompanied me home.

Oh my God, was I a moron for even thinking that?

I bit my lip as I unlocked my door, punching in the numbers on the keypad automatically.

Maybe he’s here for another reason?

Like a post-op check?

No. That was stupid.

He could’ve gone to another doctor for that. But my inner healer wouldn’t allow me to consider anything else once I had that thought wriggling around inside my brain.

So, with no argument, I allowed him to follow me inside.

“Is your shoulder okay? Did you finish the antibiotics? Maybe you need a prescription for pain meds?” I asked, hiding behind the shield of my profession.

“Shoulder’s fine, Doc. That’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh, well,” I began, clasping my hands in front of me nervously, “Why are you here, Ono? What is this about?”

“What’s it about? You know why I’m here,” he said, stalking me across the room.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who allowed men to push her around. I mean, in my profession testosterone had a tendency to run rampant, and catering to male egos was not in my job description.

My title was doctor, not mother.

But this wasn’t work.

And when a guy who looked like Ono Bottarelli came at you with an unwavering stare and a single-minded focus, you backed the fuck up.

It was simply survival instinct.

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